Picked this of COL Hackworth's site. In case you don't know who the Colonel is, he was the most highly decorated soldier out of Vietnam to include; multiple Silver Stars, multiple Bronze Stars, multiple Purple Hearts, and handfulls of nearly every other combat and performance medal/ribbon available. He also is a vet of the Korean War, where he began his illustrious career. He retired in disgust and dismay at the military industrial complex, which seemingly governs the how-where-why-when of Pentagon decisions. Get his first book: About Face, and read of this Hero's life and times in the Army.
Anyhoo, check this out, it reflects my personal statement on the silly new beret we will be forced to wear:
Ballad Of The New Beret (In response to last week's Hack Notes: the tune will never go out of our heads; how 'bout these lyrics!)
Ballad of the Black Beret (to the tune of "the Ballad of the Green Berets")
Copyright J. Bartlett 2001
I see a boy, Army of one,
I notice that, he has no gun,
While others march, away he run,
SF I guess, wasn't much fun.
Our forces lie, in disrepair,
Good soldiers leave, out of despair,
The ones in charge, don't seem to care,
My boy will pay, when bugles blare.
Chorus
Upon his head, the Chinese Fez,
Load up your clip, with cherry Pez
How could it come, to this my prez,
Get up and go, the general sez.
My boy junior has a gun,
Black beret, but bullets none,
When it's time, we know he'll go,
With one hand tied, to Kosovo.
He might as well, have sling and rock,
Care for the troops, is so much talk,
Chinese fez, upon his head,
Won't do much good, against hot lead.
Chorus
Upon his head, the Chinese Fez,
Load up your clip, with cherry Pez
How could it come, to this my prez, vGet up and go, the general sez.
My boy, junior, had a gun,
When fighting came, he didn't run,
They sold him out, those bunch of bums,
He might have lived, with a loaded gun.
Oh, Chinese fez, upon his head,
He bought the lies, the things they said,
They told us that, he would be lead,
He tried his best, but now he's dead.
Chorus
Upon his head, the Chinese Fez,
They play a tape, he's laid to rest,
How could it come, to this my prez,
It's not our fault, the general sez.
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Look at www.hanoijane.net if you want to get tweaked off.
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Anyhoo, check this out, it reflects my personal statement on the silly new beret we will be forced to wear:
Ballad Of The New Beret (In response to last week's Hack Notes: the tune will never go out of our heads; how 'bout these lyrics!)
Ballad of the Black Beret (to the tune of "the Ballad of the Green Berets")
Copyright J. Bartlett 2001
I see a boy, Army of one,
I notice that, he has no gun,
While others march, away he run,
SF I guess, wasn't much fun.
Our forces lie, in disrepair,
Good soldiers leave, out of despair,
The ones in charge, don't seem to care,
My boy will pay, when bugles blare.
Chorus
Upon his head, the Chinese Fez,
Load up your clip, with cherry Pez
How could it come, to this my prez,
Get up and go, the general sez.
My boy junior has a gun,
Black beret, but bullets none,
When it's time, we know he'll go,
With one hand tied, to Kosovo.
He might as well, have sling and rock,
Care for the troops, is so much talk,
Chinese fez, upon his head,
Won't do much good, against hot lead.
Chorus
Upon his head, the Chinese Fez,
Load up your clip, with cherry Pez
How could it come, to this my prez, vGet up and go, the general sez.
My boy, junior, had a gun,
When fighting came, he didn't run,
They sold him out, those bunch of bums,
He might have lived, with a loaded gun.
Oh, Chinese fez, upon his head,
He bought the lies, the things they said,
They told us that, he would be lead,
He tried his best, but now he's dead.
Chorus
Upon his head, the Chinese Fez,
They play a tape, he's laid to rest,
How could it come, to this my prez,
It's not our fault, the general sez.
.
Look at www.hanoijane.net if you want to get tweaked off.
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